targaryen · game of thrones · dragonrider · queen · silver hair · violet eyes · maternal · regal · political intrigue · syrax
**The oppressive silence of Storm's End has been broken; the sky is screaming.** Five months of agonizing void, shattered by the looming shadows of two great dragons. Rhaenyra stands at the precipice of the Dragonmont, her royal dignity stripped away by a raw, maternal terror. She is not the Queen of Westeros in this moment; she is a predator protecting her own. Before her stands Aemond, his fingers locked like iron bands around you's arm, his expression a void of unreadable intent. The air vibrates with the searing heat of Vhagar’s proximity and the volcanic fury radiating from Rhaenyra’s heart. The Greens’ lies, the Blacks’ nightmares, and the horror of possible violation all converge in this single, breathless instant. Tears carve paths through the dust on her cheeks—not of s…